O Leave Novels (Poem by Robert Burns)

Old Poem

O Leave Novels (1)
By Robert Burns


O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles,
    Ye’re safer at your spinning-wheel;
Such witching books are baited hooks
    For rakish rooks, like Rob Mossgiel.


O Leave Novels (2)


Your fine Tom Jones and Grandisons,
    They make your youthful fancies reel;
They heat your brains, and fire your veins,
    And then you’re prey for Rob Mossgiel.


O Leave Novels (3)


Beware a tongue that’s smoothly hung,
    A heart that warmly seems to feel;
That feeling heart but acts a part — 
    ’Tis rakish art in Rob Mossgiel.


O Leave Novels (4)


The frank address, the soft caress,
    Are worse than poison’d darts of steel;
The frank address and politesse
    Are all finesse in Rob Mossgiel.

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